Beamer, Benz, Bentley lyrics

[Intro]
Let's go
Benny, n*gga
But you already know that, right?
Look

[Verse]
Beamer Benz or Bentley, f*ck what they expect
And I got now, motherf*ck who waiting next
Two hundred dollar kicks, shorty give me eight stacks
I'm a tall [?] like a NBA ref
I'm stunting, like f*ck it, I do this sh*t for nothing
I'm popping bottles and I rocked your newest sh*t for nothing
Ferraris, Bugatti, I'm trafficking, I'm sorry
That mink on my back, it feel like African safari
My passenger a diva, my glasses and my vicas
I swear my back pockets prolly fatter than Aretha
I run a n*gga over when I'm backing up the Beamer
Them diamonds and them C-notes came from wrapping up a kilo
Didn't you know I do it, I am not a rapper
Masses with gloves, I am not a catcher
Hit them with that chopper yo I am kind of accurate
When I leave her house, she gonna have to buy a mattress
And I keep that heat, work always cheats
And I back that out if y'all play me
I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new
I ain't handcuffing, you can get my b*tch too
Here my Beamer, Benz, Bentley
Them D cups always tempt me
I been trapping dog, Shay gave me this beat to resurrect me
f*ck her in my hoodie and my sneakers if she let me
Cook up in the kitchen, I'ma stretch it if she let me
Your b*tch kinda bad, you be sleeping on your broad
I bust a nut, after that I'm sleeping on your bra
And I'm in the trap so I keep her in the malls
I blow a dutch, put her in a sleeper then I'm gone
In my Beamer, Benz, or Bentley